Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart
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My Grandaughter Picking Dandelions for Mom & Grandmom
This Mother's Day poem celebrates the enduring bond between a mom and her child. I wanted to capture the magic of nature and the power of a mother's love in this heartfelt piece. I use beautiful imagery to express the joy of watching a child bloom and explore the world through a mother's loving eyes.
With Poetry, we give the gift of words that fill the air long after the flowers have faded.
Blessings, and Happy Mother's Day to all Moms!
Daniel
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Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart
- Daniel Henry Rodgers
At dawn's first blush,
milkweed pods,
burst with a sigh,
A feathery shower of,
silk sending secrets...
on the wind's soft cry.
Yesterday,
a crown of fragile pink,
today set free:
Like dandelion dreams,
on the open sea,
a thousand desires take flight.
I watch you twirl,
on dandelion down,
Each filament,
a shimmering thread,
a luminous crown.
Your laughter,
a gurgling brook,
through moss-covered stones,
Your tears,
the cool mist,
clinging to ferns,
where the wind moans.
Through twilight's hushed hush,
fireflies wink like,
scattered stars,
A constellation born,
a flickering ballet in the fading light,
as fleeting as,
a summer night.
Within your eyes,
the wild iris blooms,
Mirroring the twilight sky,
seeking its sweet perfume.
As meadowlarks sing and,
fill the dawn anew,
My heart,
nurturing vine that,
reaches deep,
forever bound to you.
You compose life's verses,
moments fleeting and free,
A butterfly's ballet dance,
wondrous changing child,
wild and mild.
No sermon needed,
just the wind's song,
in the pines,
A heartfelt language,
a bond that forever binds.
With patience etched in the,
mountain's weathered face,
I stand a silent guardian,
a haven in this forest’s...
graceful lace.
Though shadows dance,
a transient,
fading play,
My love,
a redwood sentinel,
weathering every way.
In the dusk's serene cloak,
where fireflies gleam,
My presence,
a meadow mindful,
where bluebirds dream.
For you,
my child,
are a hawk,
on the wind's caress,
Soaring on thermals,
a spirit,
etched upon our trace.
My heart,
a beacon's steady fire,
guiding,
through the unknown,
In this life's,
choreography,
bathed in your,
boundless exploration.
Mother
Sheltering, strong
Branches rustle tales
Roots grip the earth deep
Child
Copyright © Daniel Henry Rodgers | Year Posted 2024
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